Two months down, first and last
boxes piled high with pieces of the past
a black and white of you and me
takes me back to a love that used to be
This picture paints a thousand words
without a sound the memories can be heard
what once was precious, fades away
in a four dollar frame
The wood is chipped, the glass is cracked
time took its toll on us, just like this photograph
the picture’s torn and weathered
there's no way to put these pieces back together
Chorus
The past is staring back at me
but it don't recognize
the broken heart it surely sees
in my eyes, in my eyes
Chorus
By Kevin Briody
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